Zhao Chuanxin could think of who the prisoner was with his toes.

He first looked up at the gun-wielding guards on the high wall, and then wore glasses to see through the sides of the corridor to see if there were ambushes, and only after confirming it, did he raise his chin at the prison guard: "Lead the way." ”

In the visitor's cell, Edith Roosevelt sat nervously.

As a well-educated woman in a position of power, she had never been in a prison like this.

I only felt that the wind was gusting, and I was surrounded by malice in all directions.

Undoubtedly, this is a place of sin.

When the authorities were nervous, Zhao Chuanxin appeared.

She couldn't help but be stunned when she saw that he was not handcuffed and that he still had a cigarette in his mouth.

Is the management system at Sinsin Prison so broad?

Zhao Chuanxin sat down with a smile: "Edith, do you miss your old ......?"

Edith Roosevelt saw the prison guard guarding the door, glared at Zhao Chuanxin and interrupted, "Don't talk nonsense. ”

She could even guess what was behind it.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said to the prison guard dissatisfied: "Hey, why are you so rude? Eavesdropping on us, get out! ”

Is it really good to talk to the prison guards like this?

Edith Roosevelt sat on wax, and it would be terrible if there was a fight in front of her.

However, to her surprise, the prison guards didn't dare to let go of a fart, and slipped out and closed the door intimately.

“……”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "It's okay now, you can say it, Yidi." ”

Da Luo called Edith Roosevelt "Edie", and he heard it from outsiders for the first time.

She was not angry: "Can't you be serious?" ”

"That's good." Zhao Chuanxin sat up straight, his face serious.

Broadway actors don't change their faces as fast as him.

Edith Roosevelt said, "I'm in trouble. ”

"Oh, isn't that normal?" Zhao's performance was not at all what Edith Roosevelt had thought. He concluded, "You're a troublemaker." ”

"I ......," Edith Roosevelt tried to take off his shoes and pat him with the soles of his shoes, "I'm in real trouble, a detective named Charles Baker is blackmailing me, but I can't give him money." I think, you should have experience in this kind of thing, I want to ask you how to do it? ”

Hearing this name, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Isn't this the second detective who interrogated him?

Zhao Chuanxin said solemnly: "Indeed, I am very good at it. The next time he comes back, I suggest you force yourself to calm down, then count from one to ten, take twenty deep breaths, preferably silently recite the Rosary, and recall the good things in life, such as your husband, or those days with me that I have to say......"

The more Edith Roosevelt listened, the darker his face became, and finally it was as black as the bottom of a pot.

After all, anger overtruded politeness, and she slammed the table: "You give me a good talk!" ”

When you are old, what kind of sin has this been created?

Zhao Chuanxin's serious face collapsed in an instant, and he said with a smile: "When you have completely calmed down, at this time, you can take a gun and shoot him in the head, which is more accurate." ”

“……”

Edith Roosevelt was tired.

Why am I here?

She got up and left without saying a word.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that she was really angry, got up, and grabbed her.

"Eh, why are you so stingy?"

Edith Roosevelt struggled to break free and uncomfortably put his hands behind his back.

Good guy, you can pull it, do you have to pull it?

Even middle-aged women don't spare it, right?

She had to suppress her anger and sit down again.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Charles Baker, it just so happens that I have a holiday with him." Leave this matter to me, dare to threaten Edie, is it tolerable or unbearable. ”

Edith Roosevelt was annoyed: "Don't call me that, goosebumps are up." Besides, you are afraid of Her Majesty and your ...... The matter was exposed, so you made a move, right? ”

"Okay, Edie." Zhao Chuanxin said: "I have nothing to do with the queen, we are innocent, don't misunderstand and get angry." ”

"What the am I mad about?" In a hurry, Edith Roosevelt broke out one of the few times in his life.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled on the surface, but sneered in his heart: never want to take advantage of Lao Tzu.

Edith Roosevelt frowned: "But how do you get out?" You shouldn't be in trouble, so many people have died, and I can't release you. ”

"It's fine." Zhao Chuanxin is happy: "Walking the rivers and lakes, the most important thing is luck, whether you can go out and follow fate." ”

"You ......"

"Hehe, you guys wash up and wait for me at night."

Edith Roosevelt got up and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin, his face flushed with shame: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin also got up and smiled: "Seeing an important person like me, shouldn't you bathe in incense?" You have a dirty mind, and you don't know where you want to go. ”

"You're enough!" Edith Roosevelt said with a huff.

"Hehe, where do you live?"

Edith Roosevelt told him his room number at the Waldorf Hotel.

After she finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin patted the door and window: "Okay, we're done talking." ”

Edith Roosevelt was angry enough, but he was helpless.

So he left in a huff.

If you get along with this person for a long time, I'm afraid you will have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Thinking about how well cultivated she is, she is so angry that she loses her mind.

But after walking out of the door, she was suddenly stunned: What does Zhao Chuanxin mean? Can we meet tonight?

When Zhao Chuanxin walked back, the prison guard said, "Scavenger, today the prison has leveled the land in the backyard, and in the future a new prison dormitory will be built there." You...... Go back first, or go there? ”

This kind of thing has to be discussed with the prisoner, which is really embarrassing.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Of course I went to work in the backyard, my creed in life is to be diligent and homekeeping, peace-loving, and war-averse." ”

“……”

When they came to the backyard, everyone couldn't help but be surprised to see that Zhao Chuanxin also came to work with such a big shelf.

Zhao Chuanxin found a few minions from the local gang and gathered them together: "Everyone, our stinky society is now going to Pudu Cihang, thank all sentient beings, and will carry out super activities." It is likely that there will be more than one for one, so I hope you don't miss it. ”

These minions were directly confused: What do you mean?

A Jew hesitated: "Scavenger, I don't think I have that deep roots, I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean." ”

Zhao Chuanxin chirped: "A group of fools, they still want me to translate." I mean, we stink that we need to be out there to make a contribution to hunt down someone. Does this make sense? ”

Some people were relieved and swore an oath: "Little things, I'm just a word." ”

Some people stammered: "I think I have a friend, but he doesn't necessarily listen to me." ”

Who mixes well and mixes badly, so it is clear at a glance.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper and asked them to write a letter and write down the address.

A black man wrote more than a dozen names, and his chest clapped: "Master, these are all brothers of my mother's compatriots." As long as they are rewarded and not bullied by white people, they will definitely be willing to do the work of dogs and horses. ”

Sure enough, black women have big butts and are good to raise.

It's just that Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder compassionately: "Child, don't get me wrong, I'm not an almshouse." ”

Black: "......"

At this time, an economic prisoner wearing glasses said: "Scavenger, are you going to be released?" ”

Everyone looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

It can't be, right?

Zhao Chuanxin is an extralegal fanatic who has killed a lot of people, can this be released?

"Not really." Zhao Chuanxin flatly denied it. "Just going on a vacation."

“……”

People work a lot, but it's not that tiring.

Andrew Miller, in particular, gushed about the "Night Pot Sutra" that he conceived all night long.

Zhao Chuanxin listened to it several times and wanted to put down the shovel in his hand and beat this stupid person violently.

Because he often speaks inconsistencies, and the mythological part is bent. Zhao Chuanxin is a master storyteller, and he scoffs at this kind of shoddy and inferior story.

But what can these prisoners at the bottom of society understand?

On the contrary, it became a rare pastime when they worked, and from time to time they had to ask questions and interact, which Andrew Miller never tired of.

When night fell, when he walked back, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Andrew Miller's clothes: "You have a story that is told upside down, go back and polish it well." ”

The smug Andrew Miller was taken aback: "This ...... I think they had a great time listening. ”

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Take a pen and paper, write down the story, and you can read it yourself and tell it again." Later, the son of the night pot god, we must be cool, we are different from those bewitching and cheap scriptures, we want to be cool, we want to make people feel happy. ”

Andrew Miller, like all gifted writers, tells stories with passion and inspiration.

In this way, sooner or later, there will be a day when you will not be able to continue speaking, or your speech will collapse.

He said bitterly: "Sir, I don't have much culture, and I don't have that ability." ”

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip: "What ability do you want?" I'll teach you, how to create a bridge where you pretend to be forced to slap your face, and how the son of the night pot should 'not bully the poor youth'......"

He muttered all the way to getting Andrew Miller back to his cell.

Andrew Miller's eyes lit up and frightening.

He's seen it as a game, a fun process, and it's not boring.

After returning to his cell, Zhao Chuanxin cut the door lock, put on the shadow cloak, and went to the warden's office.

The warden was doing paperwork at his desk, and the pen rustled on the papers.

Suddenly, the door opened.

He frowned and looked up.

Who is so rude?

Then, he saw Zhao Chuanxin.

I'm Cao ...... Even if the warden gives Zhao Chuanxin more broad authority, he can't just run out and sneak into the warden's office?

He suddenly got up, subconsciously opened the drawer, and went to pull out the revolver.

A dark shadow swept by, and a rather beautiful whistle sounded, and the warden's arms were tied, and his body was forcibly tied to the back of his chair.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and raised his index finger: "Shhh, don't shout, it's easy to die." ”

Cold sweat trickled down the warden's forehead, and his face turned pale.

"What do you want?"

"I'm going to ask you for a leave, what are you doing!"

Zhao Chuanxin said, taking out the revolver in the drawer and placing it on the other side of the table.

With a whistle, the whip of judgment bounced back into his hand.

The warden moved his aching arms, and looked at the revolver on the other side of the desk, his expression struggling as if he was constipated.

The warden laughed dryly: "Just ask for leave and tell the prison guards, no one will disturb you." ”

He thought he was working during the day, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to participate.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the desk, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "I have to ask you for this leave." ”

"How?"

"Because, I'm afraid that as soon as I leave, you'll let someone go in and stab Andrew Miller to death."

The warden finally reacted: "You, you want to escape from prison?" ”

(End of chapter)